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The other end of my bedroom. Dad made me the dark wooden trunk for my 13th birthday, and I helped make it. It's beautiful, and holds all my trousers. The other trunk has my sweaters. I envisioned this as a reading corner but I just end up reading in bed. Dave comes and sits there sometimes, though, and I like that, because then I can talk to him but he doesn't look over my shoulder and read my novel and laugh at the characters' names.